It all began when I ran away from home at 16. ran the streets of Seattle. Returned home on my 17th birthday in 1958, and asked my dad to sign me into the US Navy. I owned at different times two Bar, yet I never drank. I quit smoking when they got to cost 50 cents a pack. I could buy them for 11 cents back in 1958, at the PX. I joined the Merchant Marine. Cooked on Tug Boats for Red Stack Tugboat Co., ad on supply ships going to Vietnam. I can Fly too.I also can dive. On time I stood on the bottom of Lake Tahoe, at 100 ft, and watched the water skiers passing over head. I first sold art in Seattle's Public MKT. Pen and ink work, of the Market, vendors in the market, and a view on entrance to Market from Pike Street. When Pike Street entered the cobble stone street became Pike Place St. Several wives later, I raised Ostriches on a Ranch I named the Big Bird-D Ranch during the 1990's. I voted for JFK back then, and Mr Trump. Telling you all about this stuff, I think is wrong. Part of building new friendships, is discovery. I think Mystery is an attraction of human nature. There is not enough room here to tell all.